Drew Bakugo

Chapter one - wedding of peace

Chapter two - introduction of a dragon

Chapter three - the games we play

Chapter four - gifted dagger 

Chapter five - the blood a trickster spills 

i really enjoyed the movie ^_^

Problem Partners

My Hero Academia SMAU

Pairings: Reader/ Izuku Midoriya/ Shoto Todoroki/ Katsuki Bakugou/ Hitoshi Shinsou

Genre: Alternate Universe/ No Quirks AU/ Soulmate AU/ Modern AU/ Self-Insert/ Crack!Characterization

Rating: 18+

Tags: She-Her Reader/ Race-Ambiguous Reader/ Multiple Partners/ Suggestive Themes

Summary:

A person’s soulmark doesn’t manifest until the year of their 21st birthday, but to you it was merely more than a confirmation of what you already knew. Izuku Midoriya, your childhood best friend, was your soulmate without a doubt, and you were both more than ready to settle into a life with one another. What neither of you expected, however, was for three additional soulmarks to manifest on your skin; none of which seem particularly interested in the concept of soulmates whatsoever. It would be so easy to just forget about them and continue what you have with Izuku…but there’s something nagging at the both of you, telling you that you need to at least try and make it work…

Status: In Progress

Updates: Monday/Wednesday/Friday- 1PM Central Time

Notes:  All Characters are 18+/ Polyamorous Relationship

Masterlist

Y/N and Izuku Squad / Shoto Squad / Bakusquad/ Hitoshi and His Friend

Chapters and Tags Below the Cut

✨ CHAPTERS DO NOT REFLECT FULL STORY - IT IS STILL IN PLANNING, THERE COULD BE MORE OR LESS DEPENDING ON HOW THE STORY GOES ✨

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I LOVE DRAGONS AND I LOVE YOONGI

This is amazing!! Very well written, 12/10 😌😌

Of Fire and Love

(Dragon! Min Yoongi x Human Reader)  (ft. Baby Jungkook + Baby Dragon! Hoseok) 

Summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of your farm. Why does the man you catch glimpses of have horns?

Tags: sort of medieval times, mentions of death/murder (both humans and dragons, other mentions of magical creatures, baby Jungkook domesticity, fluff, brief sickfic. 

W/c: 6.8K 

A/n:  so here you go, baby dragon hoseok is not in this part- but he is in the next one. I love dragons! and I love yoongi! so yeah! partially inspired by comic i saw with dragon yoongi and knight hoseok so if anyone finds it please let me know! 

- Though Yoongi is a Solitary dragon, he still has a fair amount of interaction with the dragon community, so when small settlements go missing, or there is an isolated attack on a nests and others of his kind are in need someone with finesse for fire breathing- Yoongi comes and helps. 

- The Human vs. Dragon war is as old as time. And Yoongi is no stranger to the violence- his own family was killed hundreds of years ago by a human raid- though the war has changed since then, dragons have been pushed to the edges of the world or been made to hide in some places. There are even standing truces between some kingdoms and any dragons that might be passing through. 

- He has enough interaction and care for his own kind that he cares when he finds a nest ransacked. Cursing humanity and acting instinctually, he begins to hunt the humans that have done this.

- Yoongi had tracked the scent of death to a small mountainside community- he’d flown over the old cabins and seen the fresh fletchling dragon skins hanging out to cure and started killing indiscriminately. The light of dawn was cresting over the mountains when Yoongi starts to spit his hot blue fire into the buildings.

- Yoongi walks through the wreckage of the houses he’s just burned. The rage inside of him winking out as the last life did. His long cloak rustling in the ashes as he shifts to his human form once his temper cools checking for signs of life and finding none. 

- And then a high-pitched keen, crying, underneath the wreckage of a house as the rain starts up. The baby is small but healthy as Yoongi pulls him out from underneath the wreckage, with little more than a scratch on his cheek that looks a little deep and little tears beading at the edge of large brown eyes. Yoongi doesn’t know much about human children, but if he had to guess, he’s probably older than 6 months but younger than a year. Still immobile and unable to care for himself.  

- There is a name embroidered on the edge of the torn red blanket that swaths the baby, half soaked with mud. ‘Jungkook’ it reads, fine bronze thread against the dull red. A first name or a last name- Yoongi doesn’t know. 

- The weight of the babe calms in his arms, it starts to rain, and Yoongi finds himself curled over the tope of him and shielding his face from it. He can’t find it in himself to kill the child and save him the misery of starving to death. Despite the fact that this small family of warriors had killed countless of Yoongi’s kind and all for the more malleable young dragon skins- different than the rough hide of older dragons that could not be made into fireproof clothing- this child has done nothing, taken part in no such acts of violence. 

- But the baby- Jungkook - is an unintended consequence of Yoongi’s rage, and likely- his relatives, and simultaneously Yoongi does not want him to secum to startvation like he would if yoongi left him to die and yet cannot take care of him. Yoongi is a dragon- and cannot take care of a human child.

- It almost feels like something deep within him whispers to his fire filled heart, maybe not words, but definitely, something that tells him not to leave the child to die. 

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irregular heartbeat — myg | masterlist.

fic type: social media au

main pairing: surgeon!yoongi x surgical intern!reader

side ships: taekook, minjoon

genre: smut, angst

series warnings: fluff, crack, explicit language, sexual themes, pining, loss of virginity, more to be added

status: ongoing

SERIES SUMMARY: 

— hot girl meets hot guy at a bar, lets him buy her a drink, then hooks up with him in the bathroom without even asking for his name. your typical friday night cliché. except for the fact that you’re a virgin, and the guy you drunkenly lose your v-card to is your superior at your new job.

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Some Todoroki sibling love, “the reunion we will most likely never get”

this started out as simple doodle’s then this happened.

BONUS

my sis told me Shoto was missing so i had these done (she was totally right).

Please! Please! Bless us with a Bull!Bakugo fic when you can! 😩

He’s always regarded as being the most difficult hybrid to tend to in the farm to workers, but the minute he sees the new thicc and cute farm girl Y/N, he does all he can to gain her attention. Showing off his muscles, being well behaved for her, intimidating rivals, and following her around to the point of it being obvious to other hybrids on the farm (he can’t even deny it, he’s so damn possessive). He can’t stand the other heifers that can’t handle his attitude and all he can do is think about filling up and milking Y/N. He’s seething when a new bull is getting her attention so he decides to fake being hurt to lure Y/N into his pen in the barn before having her to himself and just fucking her until he’s all she thinks about.

bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk bull bk b-

holy fuck this got long.

before you came, bakugou was know as the resident problem bull. he never ate on time, always finding ways to get more sweets. never listening to the other farmhands when it came to his own individual health. most importantly, never let them do their jobs: milk him.

there was word going around that bakugou was the was he was because of improper milking, he’d never let the farmhands help, and the other cows were scared of how rough he would be. he was made the pariah of the reason you should let your farmhands do their job. but he just needed help. you saw that.

that why when you came, everyone was astounded. cute as hell in your bibs, made them look like a fashion statement, and you somehow even made goulashes look cute. not to mention the cow print hat you would had. it was big, spotted, and sparkly, “and 100% cruelty free!” you would smile to the heifers worrying over it.

they wouldn’t say it, but you had quite the figure. when you’d squat down to fix something, your thighs spread over. and sometimes when it was hot, you’d undo the top buttons of your shirt, making some cleavage spill when you fanned and dabbed at your sweaty hairline. and if your weren’t wearing a button up, you’d tie the back in a knot, showing off the pretty, squishy strip of skin from under your bra to where you overalls sat.

yeah, you were something of a starlet on the farm, having little calfs and bulls alike running after you.

but the part that made everyone surprised wasn’t just your figure and place of work, but the fact that bakugou listened to you.

he would be more mild tempered when you’d come to his stall, a smile on your plump lips and hands full of grains, corn, and his supplements. “hey there, bakugou,” you would always start, “how’re we feelin’ today?”

usually you’d get a stare, but today a grunt of, “fine,” left his lips and you jerked your head up to him in surprise. “well that’s great,” you spoke again, smiling to your feet. you hummed, digging around in your pockets, and made a noise of enjoyment when you found what you were looking for. grabbing his big hand, you carefully placed a few sugar cubes in his wide palm, winking at him when he stared, “have a nice one,” leaving your lips before you continued your rounds.

little did you know this would solidify his fascination with you.

he began following you around the fields, even doing some of the work with you, being sure to put his strong back on display when he lifted a heavy bale. he preened slightly when you’d say, “ah, good job bakugou! i needed help with that one definitely,” almost dropping to his knees when you picked stray things from his hair. 

he complimented you sometimes while you were picking up things. little things about how you’d be a pretty heifer, and that the shirt you wore today was nice on you. he liked seeing you stutter and jumble your words. you always thanked him the same though, a squeeze to his arm, and a bowed head. “you’re sweet bakugou-”

“katsuki.” he interrupted you one day. “my name.” and your shocked face made him want to chuckle.

“thank you, katsuki,” fuck he’d turned on by that, the way your lips curved around it like it was revered. he wants to hear it again.

he wanted you. bad.

and all of the others knew. they saw his bad attitude when you’d help some other bull, or had one of them slinking after you like a lost calf, all cow eyed. for his girl. and the heifers didn’t make it better, gossiping to you about his fights when you left, or how he’s been treating them horribly. idiots, all of them

no can do.

and he knew the easiest way was to say he didn’t feel well. you were always attentive to all of the bulls and heifers, babying them to health, even if it was just a nick from a bad trimming. 

he heard your sound of surprise when you were letting out the others for field time, some bull had told you he was still in his stall, probably one of the ones that thought they had a chance with you. they’re delusional, but this is perfect, he doesn’t even need to whine like a baby. your voice carrying, “i’ll check on him, go, have fun sweetie,” cemented his plan. you were just too kind.

“katsuki?” you called walking to him slowly, “you okay honey?” he gave no answer, heart beating quickly. “katsuki?” you knocked softly, “katsuki, ‘m coming in.”

yes!

when you walked in after knocking the door away, you turned to close it again, as usual, but this time your were pressed against it tightly. you gasped in shock, trying to turn, a question on your tongue that was stilled when you felt warm hands digging under your shirt. 

katsuki thanked the high heavens above. not only were you wearing that cute orange crop top today, the one your breasts could be seen spilling out the bottom of when you reached too high, but also your jean skirt bibs. you were asking for him today, weren’t you?

“’suki?” you questioned, grasping his wrists and turning yourself to him, “what the hell are you doing?” 

okay. this wasn’t the reaction he wanted.

“i-” he paused. how the fuck do you say you want to fuck your favorite little farmhand without making her scared? no idea. oh well, “i like you, and i wanna give you a baby.” 

you sputtered, choking on whatever words you had wanted to say, waving your arms wildly. “yo-you can’t just say that!”

“well i did, what’s the consensus?”

fuck, he’s blunt as hell huh?

but you can’t deny, he’s is fine as hell. 

“let’s try again, yeah?” you smiled to him, grasping his hand, “ask me this time.”

“wha-?”

“do it!”

“tuh,” he huffed, “will you, have a baby with me?” he looked away from you, jolting when you tugged him down.

poor bull, didn’t know you can’t have his babies, but still, “yes, katsuki, gimmie your babies.” you were still geeked. even when he ripped your bibs in half opening them and shoved your panties to the side.

“gonna be my good cow, take my milk?” he growled, rubbing his wet tip at your little weeping hole, and you gasped. you’d never milked katsuki before, so it was a pleasant surprise, knowing his length that is, and inside you broke.

you weren’t walking away from this one.

he teased you open further and further in his dick, delighting in the way your eyes got wider and wider, and the way your sounds got more and more lewd, even dribbling spit onto your shirt. “’m filing you up that good, baby?” you nodded quickly, almost banging your head on the door, “just you wait.”

he grunted when he bottomed out in you, feeling your mushy insides caressing him, he’s been missing this for sometime, waiting on you. all of the other heifers were scared of him and his tendency to, well, get rough. and it seemed like you remembered them telling you, the light coming back to your eyes for a second before he pulled out and sunk back into you. his hands were on your waist, squeezing the chub there affectionately and grinning when you let out a squeak. “feel good huh?” you didn’t even show you heard him. cute.

he pulled the excuse for a top away, flicking your dark nipples, grinning when you reached up to push him away, “cut it out,” he grumbled to you, “wanna see if i can milk these now.” and he knows he couldn’t, but seeing the way your eyes widened and breath caught was worth it, “i know you’re gonna give and my babies sweet milk, right sweet girl?” you whined a “yes,” clenching on his cock viciously, and it made his hips stutter. “y-yeah you are,” he stumbled through.

fucking into you on the door wasn’t the easiest thing, not that he got tired, he didn’t want you to hurt yourself. so he bought you to a flat surface, raised you legs into a v, and got back to work. you were creaming his cock so well, it just made the slide even better, and the sounds? incomparable to anything.

just wet, sticky sounds and claps of your fat ass hitting his hips. not to mention the sound of his balls slapping the bottom of your drooling cunny. you sounded so cute and fucked out, moans curling around the tail end of his name and little “so good”s raising into the air.

the third time you came around him, he smirked, asking if he was still battering that mushy cervix of yours. when your head shot up looking at him with surprise in your face, he stopped in you, hips flush, questioning you and getting more irritated when you only scrambled at your tummy, but then he looked.

your little hands were cupped over his length in you. he have you a belly bulge? “fuck baby, you like that?” he growled, lidded eyes tracing over your sweaty form. “want it to stay like that?” your moan and legs jerking in his grasp made him snarl at you, “cut it out, gonna fill you till you burst.” and with that he thrusted again, bouncing you up, jostling your tits and chubby cheeks.

you were still in a trance, tracing the bulge on your belly, crying out when it’d leave, but grinning the entire time, drool wetting you lips, tears in your face, leaking to your edges. you were a sight to see.

and it’d only get better when you were getting stuffed. and that’s soon.

“you ready for my cum, little one,” he bared his teeth when you moaned loudly around a, “yes please!” so fucking eager to be filled with his thick cum.

“good fuckin girl,” he reached down to your clit, rubbing it quickly, “gonna milk me, cum on my cock. now.” and you legs threatened to close until he quickly bent you in half, eyes looking into yours, snarling for you to cum on your own then and to never close your fucking legs on him again.

you did, and when you heard him gasp and felt him still, you stilled also. up until you felt that first hot spurt his your gummy walls. and another, and another, and another. you felt his balls contracting against the soaked bottom of your pussy, felt the way his big cock twitched in you like it was electrocuted. you dropped your head again, twitching with every gush that went into you, whining when you only got fuller and fuller. it was so much, you could already feel it leaking out obscenely, it made you wanna scream.

“almost done,” he said. almost? you were so full, you could feel your belly distend, and dragging your hand back to your lower belly proved you correct. “you’re gonna be a cute momma, got you so full fight now, there’s no other fuckin choice.”

you gripped his hair tightly, kissing him, whimpering, “so full, too much,” into his mouth. he just fucked you mouth with his tongue, he doesn’t know what you want him to do, he can’t stop it now, you just gotta be filled up sweetheart, you’ll be okay, he’s gotcha.

when it stopped, katsuki sat up and looked at you still form. you were breathing shallowly, like too big a breath would displace his cum in you. don’t worry about that, he’s keeping you nice and plugged up. nice and tight.

sitting up with you in his arms so he could give you water made you whine and hold your taut belly. ‘so fucking cute,’ he thought, taking his own big fingers and pressing down, delighting in your jerk and whine, and the way you dribbled out a little cum around him. you like that feeling don’t you? so full you could burst from any move. he has plans for that latter, don’t worry.

he didn’t say anything, but he felt the little motions of your hips on him. dragging your little clit in him, scratching at his back. you wanna milk him again, pretty girl? well go on.

he’s not letting you go until he feels like it anyway.

String Of Fate Masterpost

— summary: They set fire to the world around them but would never let a flame touch her.

— genre: fluff, angst / soulmate!au, mafia!au

— status: ongoing

— warning: mafia theme

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♢ Part 1

♢ Part 2

♢ Part 3

♢ Part 4

♢ Part 5

♢ Part 6

♢ Part 7

♢ Part 8 

♢ Part 9 

♢ Part 10 (coming soon…)

Finally Finished! Hope you guys like this one, it took sooo long to get done <3 Gonna be doing Class 1B soon because I love them so much! In case you guys were wondering who’s what pokemon, I’ve got them listed below!

Izuku Midoriya- Riolu

Ochaco Uraraka- Espurr

Tenya Iida- Cranidos

Minoru Mineta- Toxel

Tsuyu Asui- Frogadier

Toru Hagakure- Mimikyu

Yuga Aoyama- Sylveon

Mezo Shoji- Barbaracle

Fumikage Tokoyami- Murkrow

Kyoka Jiro- Noibat

Koji Koda- Deerling

Momo Yaoyorozu- Espeon

Mashirao Ojiro- Mienfoo

Shoto Todoroki- Vulpix

Rikido Sato- Munchlax

Mina Ashido- Nidorina

Eijiro Kirishima- Rockruff

Katsuki Bakugo- Growlithe

Denki Kaminari- Pichu

Hanta Sero- Leavanny